I found them in an old hut, and made the best of it by saying nothing.

They said that they had wandered; that was, they had never left the west-going path.
_22nd February, 1867._--We came to a perennial rivulet running north, the Merungu.

Here we met Moamba's people, but declined going to his village, as huts are disagreeable; they often have vermin, and one is exposed to the gaze of a crowd through a very small doorway.

The people in their curiosity often make the place dark, and the impudent ones offer characteristic remarks, then raise a laugh, and run away.
We encamped on the Meningu's right bank in forest, sending word to Moamba that we meant to do so.

He sent a deputation, first of all his young men, to bring us; then old men, and lastly he came himself with about sixty followers.